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| Vasya |
David
Burton |
| Ludmilla |
Sharon
Rogers |
| Tonya |
Ailsa
Oliver |
| Abrahm |
Ray
Rumkee |
| Emilian |
Dave
Barber |
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Directed by Val Howell |
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Lady
Godiva (Doesn't) Ride Again The play originally
lined up for this slot was The Joy Ride by Georgina Reid, which
had so many members of the cast drop out we had to
abandon it completely. (But not before we’d taken some really
embarrassing publicity photos that Ray would rather
not have see the light of day!) And Ailsa was so looking forward to playing
Lady Godiva! With only six weeks to go before we were on and only six acting members left we
started rehearsing Quintet In A Flat. Val was the nominal director but everyone chipped in with ideas. It
was pretty good for a play directed by a committee. |
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Was
I In That One? This
was Ray’s first production proper after being cast in the aborted Joy Ride. Sharon joined after seeing our publicity display at Hull
Film Theatre and was gobsmacked to be given such a large
part first time round. It was also the start of a long relationship with Northern Theatre. Northern's director Richard Green had
invited other local groups to use Studio2 but we were the only ones who
responded. And we're glad we did, as Northern were extremely helpful and made us feel as if we
were welcome, in
contrast to the arrogance and disdain which was Hull Truck’s stock-in-trade. |
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My First Production by Sharon Rogers aged 24¼
I’d done some amateur dramatics at home in
Leeds so I knew about hierarchies etc. and expected no different from groups
in Hull. I decided to meet and potentially join the Chameleons (if they’d
have me) after two weeks of plucking up courage to ring up and the fact that
they rehearsed near to where I lived.
I was amazed at how friendly everyone was and impressed by the copious tea
drinking (a quality close to my heart). On that first evening in early
December ’88 they were reading a play to put on at the end of January ’89
– I was quite happily expecting to be asked to be assistant assistant
assistant to the Chameleon mascot or, if I was lucky, kettle switcher on-er. I was stunned to be cast! (David said later they were just happy I could read
and had all my limbs) I went home and had a panic – five in the cast so I had a large role, six
weeks and I hadn’t done this for a few years and they all knew each other
and I didn’t and there were only six weeks to go and there was Christmas in
the middle and did I mention the only six weeks bit?
Anyway, I couldn’t have been made more at ease, everyone was extraordinarily
welcoming and supportive. We had a fairly intensive rehearsal period but I
enjoyed every minute of it. Put it this way, if I hadn’t I wouldn't still be
here all these years later.
(Oh, by the way, reader I married him!) Sharon
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We
Don't Want To Peak Too Early
During Act II, the cloyingly domesticated Ludmilla has to offer an irritable
Vasya a nice cup of warm milk. But unfortunately, it hadn't been set.
Improvising rapidly, Sharon offered David a nice.... bowl of warm sugar! No
wonder he was irritated with her. Sharon wasn't having much luck with props as,
later on, she was supposed to serve Ray some slices of cucumber but, unable find
the knife, had to give him the whole cucumber on a plate. Trouper that he is,
Ray tucked into it with gusto. Oh well, that's what dress rehearsals are for. |
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Who
Ate All The Rissoles?
Who do you think? The ever-hungry Dave Barber! He ate
the sausage, too. And the cheese. In fact he probably
drank the cup of warm milk! |
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Quote,
Unquote A memorable
experience. This production convinced us once and for all that we
could do something other than the usual run-of-the-mill comedies. But I'll never forget the night Sharon poked her head round the door at
Lonsdale and said, "Is this where the Chameleon Players
meet?" Love at first sight David
A significant production. The rebirth of the Chameleon Players
Ailsa
A really happy time. Met my future wife and experienced the
full horror of Dave Barber's vest! Ray
The canary, the sausage, the rissoles, the
vest! Betty |
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